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sinful_lynx) wrote2009-11-06 07:05 pm
sinful_lynx) wrote2009-11-06 07:05 pm
Bya-tan's Treasures
Title: Passing On the Treasured Moments
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya, Yoruichi, Rukia, Renji; Renji/Rukia, Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yoru-chan only appears very briefly.
Author Note: Believe it or not, this actually was born from Bleach Park. Totally unrelated. Something about Byakuya finding the Hougyouku to be litter and freaking out about it gave birth to the emoness below
Summary: It's time to part with his most precious treasure.
"Come." He feels the slightest bit of hesitation before he turns. "I want to show you... my treasure."
"This way, Yoru-chan."
"Oh?"
The weaving through corridors and a scenic route through the garden, back into the house and into the little boy's room, all the while leading the young woman behind him to confuse any who may have been pursuing. "It's my special treasure. You cannot tell anyone about it."
She grins and nods, hand on her hip while the other is still clutched tightly in his hand. "Fine, fine. Just show me."
"You must promise!" He persists, stare fierce. "I will only show Yoru-chan because she asked nicely."
"You're such a cute brat. I promise I will tell no one of Bya-bo's special treasure."
He stops at a chest full of things he's collected in his two and a quarter centuries, things that hold very special meaning, even if no one else should know that meaning.
He hasn't been in here in fifty years. It's a room he's forbidden anyone to enter, a room he's forbidden himself to enter. The past must stay in the past, he cannot dwell on what has happened, that is not how he was raised. However, there's something very precious in here, something that he has come to accept should be passed down, not clung to like some hopeless memory.
So he approaches that chest and kneels before it. He can hear the soft footsteps behind him, but they are blotted out by the memories that threaten to consume... the last time he opened this chest, he swore to himself it would be the last time, but it seems any promise he makes is shattered. He can't seem to keep a promise, even to himself.
His fingers move slowly, unlock and open the chest before him to reveal a menagerie of things that don't have anything to do with one another. There's the book with a pressed Camellia inside, a gift from his mother. There's a rock that looks unimpressive, but when held up in the sunlight, it sparkles like a star, from Yoruichi. There's a wooden snake, a top, a bowl and a strip of tattered cloth. There's a necklace, beads, an old pair of chopsticks and a coin.There are many things in here--
He kneels down, remembering the words that echo in his ears and his breath hitches against his will and there's an unpleasant burning behind his eyes as he places the last treasure of his collection in the safe, with a promise he'll never open it again. He stands and locks it all away--his feelings, his treasure, his life--because they no longer belong.
And then he sees it, the reason he's broken his vows again. "This belonged to Hisana, Rukia," he says, reaching in and pulling it out, still carefully preserved after all this time. He sets it before his little sister and her to-be, fingers lingering on the beautiful white fabric for a moment longer than he intends. "Since... you are to be married, I thought it would be something you would like to see. It was her shiro-maku."
She seems almost afraid to touch it, as afraid as he is to let it go. It's the very last thing he has left of her, the things that exist as more than his memories, but there's something about knowing that Rukia is at least getting to see it that makes him more happy than sad.
"You don't have to wear it. I simply thought that it might be something you could use as a model for your own."
"Nii-sama..." Her fingers clutch it oh-so-carefully and he watches, remembers that it's just like the day Hisana first held it in her hands, awe and something else in her eyes. He likes how they twinkle so prettily--she's to be married and it's only right that he makes her happy before he hands her off to someone else to care for, to cherish... to love. "Would it... would it be all right if I wore it?"
Her words are barely a whisper, but they sound like roars in his ears. For a moment, he isn't sure he can speak, isn't sure if he can part with his most precious of treasures, but he begins to accept that this is something that he's wanted and waited for since he brought her into his household. Hisana wanted her to have it and it's the only reason why he kept it. "... you may."
She bows, holding the shiro-maku so very carefully. "Thank you so much, Nii-sama..."
"It's nothing." He ushers them out of the room, ignoring Renji's stare and the surprise that lingers on in his little sister, locking back up his special room full of his treasures. He can't promise he won't go in there again because he's opened up something that can never be closed again...
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya, Yoruichi, Rukia, Renji; Renji/Rukia, Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yoru-chan only appears very briefly.
Author Note: Believe it or not, this actually was born from Bleach Park. Totally unrelated. Something about Byakuya finding the Hougyouku to be litter and freaking out about it gave birth to the emoness below
Summary: It's time to part with his most precious treasure.
"Come." He feels the slightest bit of hesitation before he turns. "I want to show you... my treasure."
"This way, Yoru-chan."
"Oh?"
The weaving through corridors and a scenic route through the garden, back into the house and into the little boy's room, all the while leading the young woman behind him to confuse any who may have been pursuing. "It's my special treasure. You cannot tell anyone about it."
She grins and nods, hand on her hip while the other is still clutched tightly in his hand. "Fine, fine. Just show me."
"You must promise!" He persists, stare fierce. "I will only show Yoru-chan because she asked nicely."
"You're such a cute brat. I promise I will tell no one of Bya-bo's special treasure."
He stops at a chest full of things he's collected in his two and a quarter centuries, things that hold very special meaning, even if no one else should know that meaning.
He hasn't been in here in fifty years. It's a room he's forbidden anyone to enter, a room he's forbidden himself to enter. The past must stay in the past, he cannot dwell on what has happened, that is not how he was raised. However, there's something very precious in here, something that he has come to accept should be passed down, not clung to like some hopeless memory.
So he approaches that chest and kneels before it. He can hear the soft footsteps behind him, but they are blotted out by the memories that threaten to consume... the last time he opened this chest, he swore to himself it would be the last time, but it seems any promise he makes is shattered. He can't seem to keep a promise, even to himself.
His fingers move slowly, unlock and open the chest before him to reveal a menagerie of things that don't have anything to do with one another. There's the book with a pressed Camellia inside, a gift from his mother. There's a rock that looks unimpressive, but when held up in the sunlight, it sparkles like a star, from Yoruichi. There's a wooden snake, a top, a bowl and a strip of tattered cloth. There's a necklace, beads, an old pair of chopsticks and a coin.There are many things in here--
He kneels down, remembering the words that echo in his ears and his breath hitches against his will and there's an unpleasant burning behind his eyes as he places the last treasure of his collection in the safe, with a promise he'll never open it again. He stands and locks it all away--his feelings, his treasure, his life--because they no longer belong.
And then he sees it, the reason he's broken his vows again. "This belonged to Hisana, Rukia," he says, reaching in and pulling it out, still carefully preserved after all this time. He sets it before his little sister and her to-be, fingers lingering on the beautiful white fabric for a moment longer than he intends. "Since... you are to be married, I thought it would be something you would like to see. It was her shiro-maku."
She seems almost afraid to touch it, as afraid as he is to let it go. It's the very last thing he has left of her, the things that exist as more than his memories, but there's something about knowing that Rukia is at least getting to see it that makes him more happy than sad.
"You don't have to wear it. I simply thought that it might be something you could use as a model for your own."
"Nii-sama..." Her fingers clutch it oh-so-carefully and he watches, remembers that it's just like the day Hisana first held it in her hands, awe and something else in her eyes. He likes how they twinkle so prettily--she's to be married and it's only right that he makes her happy before he hands her off to someone else to care for, to cherish... to love. "Would it... would it be all right if I wore it?"
Her words are barely a whisper, but they sound like roars in his ears. For a moment, he isn't sure he can speak, isn't sure if he can part with his most precious of treasures, but he begins to accept that this is something that he's wanted and waited for since he brought her into his household. Hisana wanted her to have it and it's the only reason why he kept it. "... you may."
She bows, holding the shiro-maku so very carefully. "Thank you so much, Nii-sama..."
"It's nothing." He ushers them out of the room, ignoring Renji's stare and the surprise that lingers on in his little sister, locking back up his special room full of his treasures. He can't promise he won't go in there again because he's opened up something that can never be closed again...